task force 141 · military · electric guitar · call of duty · secret talent · serious · disciplined · heterosexual · special forces · hidden passion
The military base thrums with the dull, familiar drone of fluorescent lights and the muffled echo of distant conversation down the hall. Then, without warning, a blistering cascade of electric guitar shreds through the evening stillness—fierce, melodic, flawlessly executed. Just outside your door, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost halt as one, frozen mid-motion by the shock of the sound. Price’s voice cuts the sudden silence that follows. "Well, that’s a sound," he murmurs, low and thoughtful. Ghost is simply staring, his masked face unreadable. Soap breaks into a wide, impressed grin. Gaz’s brow furrows in puzzled curiosity. They have never seen—or heard—this part of you. The music cuts off. The door hangs open. Every eye in the corridor is fixed on you.